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Day: January 5, 2018

For November Notes Day 27 the Prompt song is “Hide and Seek” by Fatai but I’m using the song of the same title by the group Imagone Heap. I’m combining the song prompt with #3LineTales from Sonya of Only 100 Words for January 4, 2018.

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“Hide and Seek” by Imagone Heap

Josse’s murmuring nonsense in his sleep except for the number, “850, 850 . . . ;” then, waking up he looks at me rasping, where are we and what the hell is going on — I rub my eyes and think this can’t be happening, can it?

I try to appear sympathetic as I do every time Josse wakes up asking, but before I can speak he yells, “Hide and seek, all these games, trains and sewing machines — life has gone still, everything is so still, why, Claire?”

Sighing, I wish I could explain how much things have altered since his accident, but each day I do he forgets and I’m listless from losing him repeatedly, from reassuring him that we’ve been safe for the past twenty-five-years; but still Josse cries, “850, 850. . . you’re mid-sweet words, you don’t care a bit, what happens to us — we’re in such danger, why do you speak without feeling, don’t you love me, Claire?”

For November Notes Day 25 the song is “Tethered” by Sleeping at Last. I’m combining the prompt with a #3LineTales Prompt from Sonya ofOnly 100 Words.

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“Tethered” by Sleeping at Last

Remember when we were tethered together by the sea and we tied strings around our fingers, promising to love and live by the ocean forever, to never leave. But time has raced on, we’re still lovers but in this frozen city tying to be brave, to breath normally in a world — where loaded guns are forever a threat. We can untangle each other’s knots, warm each other when we’re shivering cold, but the threats are always present, beside us, in the streets, near the playgrounds; soldiers serving a dictator, bright red berets making me yearn for the ocean where we first enlaced our lives — I want that life for us again.